Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1887-10-08

33fshing ack Its saiIs CONC aid i1ss
rudderi broken. It's aY is past
We enter the house through a;
colonade and pass into the cap
tain's sitting room. ~ q
A heavy mahogany table, mahog.
any and plate glass side-board,
lnxnriant chairs, heavy framed
pictures of ancestors, and a mas
sive fire place is complete inven-z
tory of it's furnishings, with one
exception-an oil painting by Nh
lillo of the Assumption, tackled to
the wall, the edges ragged, just as
they we're cut from a confederate
generals frame during the war
The face Is divine, not sentiment
tally sweet or insipid, but fulfofan
inspired intelligence.
AS I take the chair the captain
offers me, my eyes seek its face
again and again.
I have it's history, and | mean to
write 1t some day.
The house is not furnished with
electric bells, but instead the cap
tain summons his old nurse and
bousekeeper from her domain-the
kitchen-by a loud hello: "Hey
Sabe, hey mig; where are YOU, gala"
Soon Sabe's old wrinkled face,
shining with smiles. peers in the
door. "What is yo' honey; Tse
real glad yo' home. How yo' do,
young marsas"
Presently one other many little
black pages enter, bearing great
dish of ham and another of steam
ing turnip greens, and we take our 8
places at the table. Boiled CLAIMS,
wafnes, warm corn bread, sweet po-s
tatoes aud coffee make upzour din
ner, and a hearty one it is.
A picturesque sight is Aunt
Sabe's kitchen, with a large open
fire place in which she can stand
upright. This contains huge
crane With a variety of pot hooks
and hangers. The substantial
manteEshelfis adorned with bot
ties and hung. around witll:,news-
papers artistically scolloped .atthe
edges, and standing in front OF the
blazing logs is, an array Of pots,
pans, spiders and kettles, emitting
odors of corn bread and the like,
which appeal touchingly to the in
ner man.
1t is chilly after the rain and a
number of pickaninnies are warm
ing their bare feet, sharing the
genial warmth with box full of
youthful goslings.
My host, armed with his after
supper pipe, tips back from the
blazing wood fire and is ready to
entertain me with accounts Of his
life on board the Shenandoah.
Bed time came. | was shown
across the great uncarpeted room
toa large chamber, in dimensions
twenty by twenty, [ am sure, with
a fire place on one sille of proper
tionate size. At the other a round
hand. carved mahogany table, on
which are a number OF calf bound
copies of Marshall's "Washing-
ton" and Fox's "Book Of Martyrs"
against the wall a dresser of rare
old wood, an easy chair drawn up
to the fire place, and a number of
high back chairs standing around
the room, with the bed, complete
the very unique furnishing.
Three steps must be mounted to
reach the bed. When that feat is
accomplished one is completely
lost to all the world, with featherly
mountains rising OH each side.
The room is filed with rich, mel
low lights. The tall sentinel bed
posts cast long shadows across the
oaken floor and upon the opposite
wall, occasional flashes play around
the glass in the dresser, giving a
spectral appearance to the quaint
appointments Of the room. Vague
fancies fitsthrough my mind; UNI
reasonable hypothesis claim my
attention; the drowsy warmth is
-overpowering me. Presentlysthe
great bed posts nod. at me, the GOALS
gradually take on theirsilken coats,
and darkness asserts its sway.
y N -
Beautiful peninsula! Sunny Ac-
lantisI Sleepily floating in the in
dolent sea Of the past, incapable Of
crossing the gulf which separates
you from the outside world, requi-
eScdt in pace!